Chapter 13

“I need to leave, Aaron. I need to get the fuck out of this town, away from…away from all of them! Away from everything!”

Aaron had threaded his fingers through Quinn’s long hair and made a million promises to the boy he loved, and Quinn’s tears had shone in the moonlight. And then, later, every single one of those promises had been shattered by a bullet in the night.

Aaron reached for his prosthetic leg and slammed the closet shut.

He wedged his leg under his chin as he made his way carefully downstairs again. He knew better than to try to put it on from ground level. He needed a chair.

In the kitchen, the tap was dripping: another broken thing to fix.